Don't Count Me Out

[complexity]

i've awoken as this, cuz i cope in sadness, a demon who goes around provoking mad kids, with grammatics, n addict, who chokes on gases, in the attic, i'll expose my madness when i'm ecstatic, give me a scope n address, fuck spoken tactics all i need is smoke for access, like snoop concert passes, i known for "contact" like broken glasses, to erratic for the masses, teaching schematic classes to you asses, you still need practice, think ya better than me, thats the wackest, have you went fucking galactic, i'll put ya head in the right place like a chiropractic//this is getting dramatic, but you think ur a fanatic cuz you made a thematic, no where near classic, juarassic saracastic track bitch this aint past-shit, think it is? thats fantastic, but i'm to scholastic to watch two monastic//asses attempt gymnastics inside an elastic//one more annoying chorus and thats it/i have no more time for rap pediatrics//and all this "did he catch this" //thinking he's better cuz my city is half his, people taking pity during matches, bitch ya the diddy of badness//i'll burn a committe with ashes, witty smashes, when i spit these clashes, it will rock ur city so hard ur city crashes// ( and thats a state away, you should have stayed away.. i'm done with ur non sense i promise, thats honest, some pwnage of ebonics)


Too a bitch, who wanted to talk shit, old style right here